Initially, Liaena was quite happy to accept the hug from Rithrynn. The elf had admittedly been incredibly aggravating within the last twelve or so hours, but the recent fears for her safety still fresh in her mind made Liaena far more forgiving than she might otherwise have been. But she suddenly tensed up stiff as a board as Rithrynn’s words reminded her of something, which should, in all honesty, have been transparently obvious from the start if she had ever stopped to think about it.[i] “Ohhh….SHIT!”[/i]

Eyes immediately leaping to Serphia, the Captain walking casually away, Donald having completely disappeared into her armour, it was mostly Rithrynn’s firm grip that stopped Liaena rushing after her. As the immediate surge of panic abated, her mind set itself to coming up excuses and extenuating circumstances, to try and talk herself out of the worst case scenario it had initially landed it. 

Donald wouldn’t[i] necessarily know[/i]. Mipsy probably hadn’t. And after all, this particular assassin might not even have met Sherpa! If Donald was only a two-bit hired merc, it stood to reason that he would never have encountered the death knight in person, would never have been told, and would in fact know nothing at all about anything! Exactly as she had told Serphia he wouldn’t earlier. 

….

Unless he did, and he told, and her life was ruined. Again.

[i]“I can’t….let Serphia talk to him, or any other Night Elf talk to him”[/i]

No longer trying to escape Rithrynn, Liaena was instead focused exclusively on Serphia and completely zoning out anything her friend tried to say to her. Donald was comatose, and likely to remain that way for at least the immediate future. That meant that at some point, most likely when they were back at the mansion, the entire interrogation procedure that Esmeralda had undergone was due to repeat and Liaena somehow doubted that she would be called in as interrogation chief no1 this time. 

[i]“….I need to think of something before that”[/i]